Reluctantly, you crack a gluey eyelid to the world. Your head surges with pain, and you quickly shut it again.
The whiskey gods were not kind to you last night.
You search your memory for the reason behind this latest drinking binge. This proves difficult, because there have been many such nights since you were removed from your job as detective on the force. Now it comes back to you. The rent being past due on your new office. Marge badgering you about her paycheck. Your empty bank account. Your complete lack of clients. The money you owe Jimmy Voigt. You wince, not even wanting to think about Jimmy Voigt.
Last night, you took your troubles to ole Johnny Walker and he listened good. One drink led to another, and that naturally led to the next. Now you find yourself awakening on a cold, tiled floor. You bravely reopen your eyes and see that you are curled up at the foot of some private investigator's office door.
Hey! It's your office!!
The one you owe rent on... You wince again. Ignoring the warning bells going off in your head, you slowly get to your feet and manage to stand shakily. You're beginning to understand what it means to be a...
An Interactive Investigation
Copyright (c) 1996 by Mike Oliphant.
Release 1 / Serial number 960331 / Inform v1502 Library 5/12
Standard interpreter 1.0
You are in the second floor hallway of the McMurtry building. To the east, a stairway leads down to the first floor. Your office is to the south. The friendly-looking welcome mat that you purchased sits expectantly in front of the door.
The door leading into the reception area is closed.
You can also see a copy of the Los Angeles Times here.
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